Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2023 09:47:21 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 151d IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you once again to my editor, Jim. ******* Davy and I smiled on. Davy looked quite pensive. Forts stood and flashed that smile of his, not at me, totally for Davy. Davy ran at him too and they embraced, kissing each other's faces passionately. Forts hugged him tightly, "You are a soppy sausage. You know I love you!" Tears rolled down Davy's cheeks. Forts hugged him again. "Always remember what the ring says, 'To My Beloved Davy, AWAYS YOURS, Forts.' I meant it then, and I mean it as much now, more in fact." ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 151d – Part 151d minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Edik Vassiiliov (His Highness, Prince Vassiiliov / Edik) – Prince Edik Vassiiliov. The boys Manny. Princess Alexandra Maloshia – (Her Highness, Princess Maloshia / Alexandra) 25yrs old. Fort's 2nd Cousin. Dima and Theodora's cousin. Albert – (Albert) Forts' and Davy's valet. Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Forts Equerry. Count Samara – (Count Samara/Stepan) 60ish Advisor to Forts and purchaser of Russian art. Russian émigré escaped the slaughter by the Bolsheviks. Knew Fort's parents and Tsar Nicholas II. Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy – (Grand Duchess Truorwskoy /Grandma/ Katrina) Wife of late Grand Duke. Princess Anastasia Chikenoff – (Princess Chikenoff) The mother of Dima and Theodora. Fergus Toussaint – (Fergus) Earl of Wick – 28yrs, Serving British Army Officer. Queen Mary of Teck – (Queen Mary) King George VI's mother. Mary Somerset – (Mary / Duchess of Beaufort) Queen Mary's companion and niece. Richard Forbes – (Mr Forbes/Richard/Rich) 30year old New History Master at Fraser Castle School. Robert Milner - Photographer and artist. First appeared in chapter 113a, now based in the old Garden summer house at Castle Fraser, which doubles as his studio. ** Forts continues the story James, Darius and Tobias all just laughed at me as I hopped from one foot to the other as the train came to a halt. I was first in the carriage. The boys all ran at me and I had to just get down on my knees and hug them all. I had really missed them all. I stood, and Davy ran and hugged me. We kissed and cuddled as the boys excitedly jumped about before they were rounded up by Edik. I smiled at Chris and winked at him over Davy's shoulder. His eyes were glistening now watching us. "Chris, James is outside waiting on the platform. I know he can't wait to see you, too. On you go." "Thank you, Forts." Chris vanished out of the carriage. I looked up again and saw Edik and Alexandra standing patiently, holding on to the boys. I separated from Davy and greeted them both, "Princess Maloshia, Alexandra, so good to see you. Prince Vassiiliov, Edik, I am really pleased to have you here..." Alexandra curtseyed and Edik bowed, "Prince." I was still holding Davy's hand in mine. "Right, the cars are waiting." We all made our way down onto the platform and the waiting vehicles. "Davy, you and the boys are with me, the rest of you sort yourselves out. I want some time alone with my husband and boys." James chuckled and leapt to it, dividing the remaining people between the two remaining vehicles. Darius held the door of my vehicle open and I gestured for Davy and the boys to get in, I followed them inside and Darius closed the door. "Forts, what about everyone else?" Davy was glancing round at the others on the platform. "Don't worry, James will sort them all out. I want some time alone with the most important people in my life. Don't I boys!" I scooped up each of the boys and squeezed them on to the bench seat next to Davy and me. The intercom sparked into life. "Are you all ready?" It was Duke. "Davy?" I glanced over at him. "Are you okay?" Davy nodded and smiled. "Yes, thank you Duke... Oh Duke, it's good to have you back at my side." There was a chuckle from the front. "Thank you, Forts." With that the car pulled away, destination Buckingham Palace. ** Richard takes up the story I found the note under the door to my room after class finished. Who could it be from? A smile formed on my face as I opened it and read the handwritten note. It was from Robert, the painter and photographer. He was inviting me over to his studio for tea. Did my heart just beat a little faster? I continued into the room and lay the open note down on the bedside cabinet. I was smiling. The back of my hand brushed against the photograph frame holding Martin's photograph. I glanced at it, his smiling face looked back at me. Suddenly I felt guilty. I folded the note and replaced it in the envelope; I wouldn't go. I sat on my bed and picked up the picture. With tears forming in my eyes, I kissed his lips. The coldness of the glass shocked me. My mind flashed back to the last kiss I had given him just before they closed the coffin for the last time. I began to sob. I crawled onto the bed, hugging the photograph to my chest. I sobbed, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Why did you leave me..." ** Davy takes up the story Forts turned and smiled at me as the car moved off. I felt my bottom lip tremble. Forts held his finger to my lips. "No, that's not how it is going to be." "But I have so much to tell you." I let out a little snort before getting myself under control. Forts hadn't taken his eyes off of me. "Are you alright?" He waited until I nodded. His smile was full of love. He leant over and kissed me, "And all of that can wait until later. Let's just enjoy the moment of being together again as a family." I know it sounds daft, but I did feel whole again. The boys were also overjoyed to see their daddy again. I barely got another word in as they excitedly pointed out things that we passed, and cuddled up to daddy Forts. I knew I would get my time alone with him later. I couldn't wait. * Once we were back at the Palace, Forts was called away to speak with the King. James informed me that it was planned that the boys would enter the ballroom with Forts and me for the gala 'meet and greet' and then leave us before the meal began. However, I got the impression that he wasn't telling everything. There was good news, I was overjoyed to hear that the Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy and Dima's mother, the Princess Chikenoff, had also been invited to the meal. Forts was still with the King when at around six o'clock, the Grand Duchess and Dima's mother arrived. We all greeted each other warmly in Forts' suite. I glanced at my watch. The gala was supposed to begin at eight o'clock. Why was I worrying? Forts would be back in plenty of time. This place ran to the minute. It was while I was sitting with the Grand Duchess and Dima's mother that Count Samara approached us. He bowed to the Grand Duchess and then came up to me and took a seat next to me. He leant into me and spoke quietly. "Your Grace... Davy. I am sure you will understand that His Imperial Highness cannot enter the gala 'meet and greet' with you holding on to his arm... After all, we don't want to give any oxygen to the rumours being spread by Uvarov and Formoye." I felt myself stiffen. "Count, I am well aware that you arranged for the Princess Alexandra Maloshia to accompany me down for that very reason." Samara nodded silently. He looked embarrassed. The uncomfortable silence was broken by the Grand Duchess. "Count Samara, you are mistaken, I will be entering the ballroom with my grandson Prince Drageon, His Grace, Prince Draco, Andrew and Arran... Thank you, Count." Samara knew his cards had been trumped. "But of course, Your Imperial Highness. I will make sure Squadron Leader Burgess is aware... of the change." Katrina smiled at me and I am sure gave me a little wink. She gave a dismissive wave of her hand, "Thank you, Count. Please see to it." An inscrutable Count Samara stood and bowed to Katrina and then turned to me, "Your Grace," before he backed away. Katrina muttered, "Odious little man," then moved to sit next to me and took my hand. Dima's mother rose and smiled, "I will leave you both to catch up. Your Imperial Highness, Your Grace." I looked in to Katrina's eyes. She pursed her lips. "Davy, I see such sadness and pain." She squeezed my hand again, "You know Drageon worships you, Davy. All of this..." she gave a flourish of her hand, "Means nothing to him, and I know how much he hates to see you upset by it." I exhaled, almost frightened to speak as the emotions of the last two weeks threatened to swamp over me. She smiled again at me lovingly. "Davy, Forts has no choice, his duty must at least look like it comes first." She gave a little giggle, "My husband and I used to play little games, especially when we were surrounded by the fawning fools... I hated it when I first met him. It was the Grand Duke who told me that he pretended he was behind a sheet of glass, they could all see him, but they couldn't touch him... Davy, you have to find a way to live with all of this, or it is going to destroy you both... Forts needs to know you are with him and supporting him, God knows, he needs your support... I love him dearly but he is an impulsive young man, you are calmer, more level-headed..." She chuckled and squeezed my hand again, "Well, most of the time... Davy, he needs you..." I forced myself to give a little smile, as she continued, "Davy, society, however unfairly, isn't ready to embrace Forts and your unique love... Hopefully, one day it will, but until then, you must play the game... You must smile and wave and support your man, and keep the truth, your profound love for each other, buried deeply and secretly in your hearts and away from the narrow-minded bigots that surround and would destroy you... Davy, I am sure that I am not the first person to tell you this." Exhaling, I swallowed and forced myself to look into her eyes. She was right. Bless her, she joined an ever-growing list which included Athol, Gethin, Count Samara, and even Forts, and probably a few others, too. Did she see the admission of guilt in my eyes? She shuffled towards me, "Please Davy, let me give you a hug." She embraced me warmly and kissed my cheek. Whispering, "You're not alone, remember. You both need to support each other. I couldn't bear it if you were to part," and she kissed my cheek again, "It would destroy Drageon." "Here you both are. Grandma, Davy." It was Forts. He knelt and kissed Katrina on each cheek and then did the same with me. He was grinning broadly, "What are you two talking about?" I smiled back, "Nothing in particular. Just you, as usual." I forced myself to chuckle, As Forts grinned. I felt Katrina squeeze my hand once more. The accompanying smile filled me with love and a feeling of calmness. * The doors to the Buckingham Palace Ballroom swung open. The Chamberlain struck the floor three times with his staff of office. The Grand Duchess, Katrina, was between us, holding each of our arms. She was wearing a staggeringly beautiful gown, and an insane jewel ensemble of huge diamonds, comprising a staggering tiara, matching necklace, earrings, and broach. Forts and I were in the white tunics, with heavy silver embroidery with red lined high collars, with large red embroidered cuffs, silver bullion tasselled shoulder boards, and aiguillettes, dark blue trousers, with a red stripe, and black shoes. The turquoise ribbons of the 'Order of St. Andrew, the First Called,' and diamond award stars glistening on our chests. The boys, they were in outfits matching Forts and me, minus the ribbons and bling, of course. King George VI, with Queen Elizabeth, Queen Mary; the King's mother, the Royal Princesses, Elizabeth and Margaret, and Prince Philip of Denmark and Greece, and a young lady I didn't recognise, were all standing a few feet from the door. They all turned to face us as the Chamberlain began. "His Imperial Highness, Sovereign Heir and Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov." Forts glanced at me, his eyebrow raised. The Chamberlain continued, "His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke Draco Drageonivanov, Romanov, Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Truorwskoy, His Grace the Duke of Pittodrie, Master Andrew Thomas and Master Arran Drageonivanov, Romanov." I glanced over at Forts, he winked, "Well, it is about time as we adopted him that Aaran started to be called by our surname, but I am not sure about this 'Sovereign Heir' title, where did that come from?" As we walked in, Draco, his head held high, walked along holding Forts' hand. There were more smiles and 'ah's as he, without the slightest fear, held out his hand to greet the members of the Royal Family. I don't know who looked prouder, Forts or me. All of us, including the three boys were greeted warmly by the King and Queen. I meant to say that Forts was also conspicuously wearing his George Medal, something which was definitely noticed by the King and acknowledged with a smile and a nod. There was a special smile from Queen Mary, she leant in towards Forts and me. "I want to thank you both for the beautiful gift." Forts smiled and nodded; I, of course, knew nothing about it. It turned out on Count Samara's advice, knowing of Queen Mary's love of beautiful things, Forts had given her the Faberge flower vase 'Bleeding Hearts', from us both. The Princesses, Elizabeth and Margaret, like their parents and grandmother, greeted Forts and me warmly. These people knew how to make you feel special, with just a few well-chosen words. The greeting, especially for Forts, from Prince Philip was, shall I say, perfunctory, certainly not friendly. Bowing his head and saying the words, "Your Imperial Highness," seemed to come close to choking him, and as his eyes alighted on Forts' George medal, any semblance of a smile completely vanished. Medal envy isn't a pretty thing. The contrast with the next lady in the lineup couldn't have been more obvious. She positively beamed at Forts and gave a deep curtsey. "Your Imperial Highness, it is so good to see you again, and this must be your son, little Draco." I felt Katrina's grip on my arm tighten. Before Forts could answer, Katrina, in all her regal splendour, smiled and, without a hint of sarcasm, spoke to the young lady. "Not too low my, dear... You will do yourself an injury." Forts practically guffawed as the young lady stood and regained her composure. "Grandma, allow me to introduce the Duchess of Beaufort, Queen Mary's niece... Mary, my grandmother, Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Truorwskoy." Mary curtseyed again. I could see just the hint of a smile on Katrina's face, she gave me a quick wink, then nodded at Mary. "Very pleased to meet you, my dear." Mary tried again, "I have been showing His Imperial Highness the London sights." That was where I had seen her, she had been photographed on Forts' arm in one of the newspapers. What is it about women or girls called Mary? Is every man-eating harpy around here called MARY? I gave a little cough. Forts turned, "Oh, Mary, this is His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie, my partner, and these are our sons Andrew and Aaran." Her eyes didn't quite manage to hide her reaction to Forts' words. She smiled at me, "Your Grace." Then smiled at the boys. I returned her smile, and finally I managed that deadpan Russian delivery. "I am very pleased to meet you, Mary. I am surprised Forts didn't mention you... As you hear, he is very much taken." This time, it was Katrina who gave a little snigger. Forts blushed and ushered us all away. Katrina and I were now giggling openly, Forts winked at me as we continued into the room, mouthing the words, "You're naughty, but I love you." * While we stood talking, James and Count Samara joined us with the King. The King placed his hand on Forts' back. "Prince Drageon, I should have warned you, sorry. It is the wish of the surviving Romanovs, including all the Grand Dukes, that henceforth you are called, 'Sovereign Heir and Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov.'" Forts glanced at me, as the King continued, "It was a title last borne by Tsar Nicholas II's younger brother, Grand Duke Michael Alexandrovich Romanov, before the birth of the Tsarevich Alexis. Congratulations, it means the remaining family, including the Americans," the King chuckled, "Recognise you as the heir to the Russian throne." Did my body twitch? I was trying so hard to repeat that inscrutable face all the Russians used. I felt Katrina squeeze my arm reassuringly. I smiled at Forts and winked. He flashed me one of his smiles and stifled a laugh, shaking his head. "I hope it's not another target on my back." The King shook his head, blustering, "No, no, no, all that has been sorted." I really hoped he was right. The King took Forts' arm. "Right, let me introduce you both to a few more of the relatives, both yours and mine, Drageon." The King led us both to a secondary lineup of bejewelled ladies and gentlemen, and we were introduced or in Forts' case, reintroduced to more of his relatives. You will remember he had met most of them at the funeral of Prince George, the Duke of Kent, back in 1942. I can tell you, all of this was quite overwhelming for little Davy Thomas, the asker of daft questions. I definitely didn't feel like, 'His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie', or that I belonged, either. Forts you remember... 'King Haakon VII and Crown Prince Olav of Norway. Queen Wilhelmina and Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands. King George II of Greece. King Peter II of Yugoslavia. The Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark.' I was staggered as each of them gave either a curtsey or head bow to Forts. Draco was now sitting on Forts' hip, looking pretty bored as the introductions continued. Laughing, Forts had Draco shake hands with each of them. A smiling Queen Wilhelmina had stroked little Draco's face, "Ah, bless you little one. You seem more interested in your father's accoutrements than all of us old ones." Forts smiled and nodded. I could see the pride in his eyes as he looked down at Draco and back at Queen Wilhelmina. It was so obvious to me, my Forts now fitted right in. He gave Draco a little tweak on the nose and smiled again at Queen Wilhelmina. "Yes, not much of an attention span, I am afraid." She chuckled, "Lovely to see you again, Drageon." I watched my partner in awe, these two weeks with the King seemed to have transformed him, he seemed so at ease. It was my heart that was beating one hundred to the dozen. I caught Count Samara looking at me; he knew I could see a difference in Forts' countenance. "Your Imperial Highness'. Your Grace." I looked round. I recognised the face, but had no idea of the chap's name, I imagined Forts was the same. The young man came to attention and gave a head bow to Forts and more of a nod to me. Practically invisibly, James leant into Forts' ear and mumbled something I didn't hear. Forts' nod was almost imperceptible, he smiled, "Fergus, how good to see you again. Davy, you remember Fergus Toussaint, the Earl of Wick." I nodded. Forts smiled, "How are you Fergus? It is good to see you again." "I am well, thank you, Your Majesty." He smiled at Draco, who now looked really bored and was struggling to get down from Forts' arms. "I am very pleased to meet you too, Your Imperial Highness." Draco grinned and smiled. Forts chuckled, "I know someone else who will be pleased you are here, Fergus, my cousin Alexandra is with us." Fergus' face lit up, was that a little blush? Forts reached for Fergus' arm, "You must visit us at Pittodrie. We must get to know you better." Fergus smiled and gave another head bow, "It would be my pleasure." He bowed again, "With your permission, I must speak to Alexandra. Forts smiled and nodded. Fergus gave yet another head bow, "Your Imperial Highness, Your Grace." He turned and was gone, making a beeline for Alexandra and Prince Edik Vassiiliov. With all the introductions made, the boys were taken away by nannies, but not before each of them gave Forts and me a kiss and hug goodnight, to yet more smiles and ohs and ah's. Let the evening begin. * Albert met us as we returned to the suite. A laughing Forts had most of his tunic buttons undone by the time we reached the door. He stood almost impatiently as Albert removed his awards and sash, then took his tunic. "Right, I am jumping in the shower. Albert, can you help Davy get out of all this stuff? Then bring a bottle of champagne and some glasses, please. Oh, and then, goodnight. We will see you in the morning. I want some time alone with my Davy." "Certainly, Forts." Albert smiled at me as he came to assist me. Forts had kicked off his shoes and was just undoing his trouser belt when there was a knock on the door and it opened. Count Samara, James and Chris came in smiling. Forts groaned and then shook his head. "No, not tonight... I love you all dearly, but I want some time alone with Davy! So, I bid you all goodnight and we will see you in the morning." Forts had already begun shoving them all back out the door, "Good night, good night," echoing in their ears as the door was closed. He turned and grinned at me, "See you after my shower!" He winked, "Your Grace." * With my tunic and finery all gone, and in just my undershorts, I walked through to the ensuite. Forts had just come out of the shower, he was totally naked and in the process of drying himself. His left foot was perched on a low stool, the taut muscles of his hairy arse rippled as he rubbed his leg with the towel. Between his legs, his heavy ball sac, fleetingly tempted me as he moved. He turned as I entered and flashed me one of his smiles. His jet-black hair was all over the place and still wet. His muscled hairy body, likewise, was glistening with water droplets. He smiled seductively, "I won't be a minute." "I had better have one too, I don't want to be the only stinky one." I shoved down my undershorts and walked towards him. He dropped his towel and pulled me into him. "I could always lick you clean." "Forts! That's gross." He pouted, I kissed him, "Okay, you can do it after I shower." He giggled and kissed me again. "Maybe I had better come in with you and make sure you don't miss any bits then... before my tongue bath." The silly sod waggled his tongue obscenely at me. I giggled and hurried into the walk-in shower cubicle. "You're not touching me with that thing." Playfully, Forts lunged forward and jumped in beside me, pushing me up against the interior wall and closed the door behind him. With pulses racing, we both stopped laughing and momentarily, we stood in silence. Our eyes totally fixed on each other's. Forts gripped my face cheeks and stared lovingly at me. "How could you have doubted I love you? I have missed you so much." Normally, those words would have reduced me to tears. Today they didn't, maybe it was the words of Katrina? But I didn't feel like crying. I cupped his firm, hairy arse cheeks with my hands and pulled him forward to me. He broke into a smile and had to take a little step forward. He smiled down at me, our chests now pressed firmly against each other's. "You are so soppy. But boy, do I love you!" I stared up at his face, his hair all spikey, his beautiful green eyes full of love for me. His lips were full and needing kissed. I leant upwards and puckered my lips to kiss him. Another smile and he leant down to me and, dropping his hands down behind my back, he pulled me tight to him as our lips met. We kissed for ages, our tongues and lips making up for the two weeks we had been apart. I had my eyes closed. I was lost, floating on a cloud, in a dream from which I never wanted to wake up. The warmth of his body, the taste of his mouth, the hairiness of his chest and arse cheeks. I felt him thrust his hips forward, suddenly feeling that familiar large, hard cock pushing against me. I opened my eyes and was staring straight into his once more. He kissed my nose, "I had better get the water going and soap you up, or you are never going to get that tongue bath." He kissed my nose again as I nodded. I stopped, there was something I needed to say. "Forts, you do know I love you too, don't you?" He kissed my nose again. "I do... Now, let's get you soaped up and wash away all that nonsense." * We both jumped as Forts turned on the tap and stone-cold water cascaded over us. He grabbed me and pulled me to the side out of the column of frigid water. "Damn, I meant to warn you about that. The plumbing in this place is abysmal." I looked at him questioningly, "Forts, we are in Buckingham Palace... How can it be abysmal? Don't let the King hear you say that." Forts giggled, "I know, it is unbelievable, isn't it? Who would have thought the plumbing in Buckingham Palace would be this shit?" He giggled, "Even the Royal Train isn't a touch on our carriage." "Hey it's not all about the money, Forts." He smiled, still holding me to the side as the water began to warm up. "I know. Samara has been telling me." His faced changed from smiling to thoughtful. I squeezed him. "What has he been saying? I mean, it is not as if you dance around singing, 'I'm the King of the World' is it?" Forts smiled down at me. "I love you... No, well, I try not to," he giggled again. "No, Samara said, 'Two things destroy a weak man: money, and status.'" "What did he mean by that? You are not a weak man... You are anything but... What else did he say?" Forts thought for a moment, "That, 'your greatness is not what you have, but what you give'." "God, was he drunk or just being Mr Miserable?" "Maybe a bit of both." Forts grinned again. I pulled him closer. "Well, I think you are both amazing and strong and judging by the amount you give to people, both of yourself... and of gifts." Forts chuckled, "That's not just me, that's us! Together, we are unstoppable!" * Our kiss resumed, our tongues dancing passionately together in the ballroom of our joined mouths. Our growing desire visually manifesting itself as our cocks throbbed back into life. "God, I love you!" Forts stepped back, "Now, let's get you washed and then, all sweaty again on the bed." We wet each other all over and then, sensually, we soaped up each other's bodies, our hands stimulating each other's young bodies more and more. Our cocks bobbed and throbbed, adding both of our precum to the soapy mix. Forts, his eyes still locked on mine, dabbed my nose with a ball of soapy suds. "Time to rinse." Another amazing Forts smile. He stood with soapy bubbles clinging to his hairy chest and dribbling down his body, dripping from his hairy balls. We both chuckled and stood to the side as the water cascade began again, this time it became hot much quicker. Forts pulled me under it, his arms tight around me, his hips grinding in to mine, our tongues once again duelling in between our mouths. How could I ever have doubted this guy loved me? * The bed wasn't very comfortable. We were both lying side by side, small white towels wrapped around our waists. "Ready for your tongue bath?" Forts waggled his tongue obscenely once more, grinning. I laughed, "I thought I was, but you doing that has put me off. Put your slug away, and pour the champagne." Forts pouted, "You don't know what you are missing." He waggled his tongue again. I blew him a kiss, "Oh well, my loss. Pour the champagne." Forts grinned and reached for the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket that Albert had left for us. The cork departed the bottle with a loud pop. We both giggled, looking towards the door, half expecting one of the security detail's heads to appear to check we were okay. Forts handed me a glass of the golden bubbles. He turned on his side to face me and held up his glass. "To the most amazing person I know. Never doubt I love you again... promise me." "I promise." Forts leant in and kissed me again. "Oh, and no more drinking alone, you old lush!" He howled with laughter and took my glass from me and placed it on the bedside cabinet. "Now, someone thinks he has waited long enough for a cuddle!" He grinned down at the front of his towel, it bobbed obscenely as he flexed his cock. "Well, we can't have that." I pulled open my towel and then his before clambering astride his hips, pushing his rock-hard cock back behind my arse cheeks. "Oh, cowboy! Just how I like it." Forts pulled me down, flat on to his chest, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. His cock instinctively slid between my butt cheeks. He gave a little thrust upwards. His hand slid to my arse cheeks and eased them apart, his cock slipped deeper between them. He thrust a few times, precum coated the inside of my arse cheeks. We broke our kiss, "Hang on, there is someone else I want to say hello to." His hands gripped my arse's cheeks firmer and gently manoeuvred me forward up his hairy chest. My bobbing cock led the way, hard and dripping. His mouth opened and my cock slipped effortlessly between his lips. I gasped as his soft fleshy tongue caressed over the taut skin of my bellend, enveloping it in warmness. While I groaned, the tip of his tongue began to dance around the glans ridge before concentrating on the bowstring of my frenulum. The muscled apex of his tongue plucked and stroked it like a violin string and what music it made me make. I staggered forward, my hands resting on either side of his head as I began to purposefully fuck his mouth. His tongue now cat like curling, never leaving that spot between the glans orbs, working my frenulum until I was gasping and moaning above him. I mustn't cum, not yet. "Forts, please, I am going to cum... Please, not yet." I pulled my cock from his mouth and replaced my cock with my tongue. I could taste my salty, sweet juice on his lips and in his mouth. His emerald eyes electrified me. I reached back for his cock, sliding my hand down over the throbbing, flared, wet glans. Forts let out a groan and his hips rose, pushing his cock into closer contact with my palm. I reached beside the ice bucket for a bottle of 'Corn Huskers Lotion.' Where had that come from? Good old Albert knew us well. I poured some on to my palm and began massaging it up and down Forts' eight fat inches, corkscrewing it into the glans ridge. He groaned, "Davy, please, it won't only be you that cums if you keep that up." I giggled and lifted my hips, my fingers firmly gripping low down his shaft. I lowered myself, the fat cockhead pressed against my arse cheeks. I was struggling, "Hey don't just lie there, pull my cheeks apart." Forts grinned and raised his knees, pulling his feet closer to his arse, his firm hands gripped my bum and his cock eagerly slipped between my parting cheeks. I closed my eyes as I felt his bellend push against my hole. Our hands swapped places, he now gripped his shaft at the base forcing the cockhead to pulse with the compressed blood it now contained. I held my cheeks open and slowly slid myself downwards. I alternated between moaning and groaning with each inch of his cock that entered me. Opening my eyes, I felt his coarse pubes against the softer inner skin of my butt cheeks. He was smiling, no; it was a look of love. He winked, "Ready?" ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 'NightCam Fun' – Gay/Encounters 'Exploring my brother' – Gay/Incest 'Josh's Adventures series' - Gay/Adult Youth 'An Army life for me' - Gay/Adult Youth/Military 'Grandmas Bedroom' – Bisexual/Incest 'Dominic Online' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Vampyre' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Operation Pied Piper' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Scream if you want to go faster' - Bisexual/Adult Youth 'Red and Nick' – Bisexual/Military 'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest 'A Brother Used' - Gay/Incest 'A very English Trailer Park' - Gay/Adult Youth 'Special lube Oil' - Gay/Adult Youth